[Use your imagination and pictures yourself with Peter, take your time for this chapter.]

And I saw scars upon her.
Tell me when it kicks in.

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Parker's pov

We drove all the way to my place. She didn't say a word ever since we left the school. She was so sad, so blue. What could i do to make her feel better?

I took her to the elevator, to the very top floor of this hotel building, where i sleep every night alone.

She looked a little interesting on how i own this hotel and living in it, i told her on the elevator that it's much easier to land a helicopter and the view of New York city is just gorgeous. She just nodded along.

I show her the place, but of all the spot in my room she likes the couch near the large mirror, where you can see the whole city down there. That's when she started speaking something simple, like my place is beautiful.

She wanted to be alone. She was too polite to tell me. Here i am bringing her a blanket so she can wrap herself warm near the fireplace, next to the window that she likes.

"I have to call my clients, i'll be back in a bit, alright?" I said softly.

She nodded. Then stared down at the city lights.

I left, then just stood at my bathroom still. I have no clients to call to, it was just an excuse. I look upon myself, the bastard in the mirror looks so desperate. What the fuck do you want with that expression? I tried to figure myself out.

Maybe love? I haven't had one for so long. Maybe i'm just craving for some feelings, for someone to share my loneliness.

Wow i speak bullshit.

I decided to take a bath, wash away everything. I wrapped myself with towel then walked out.

She turned around, the looked surprised. Wait, why? Oh. Because i'm shirtless, i see.

"You're done calling?" She asked.

"Yes. I took a bath as well. You want to take one?"

She nodded. I handed her over the stuff she needs. Spare some of my white t shirt. When she's done, she walked over to me with wet hair.

What a beauty. I thought to myself. "Thank you." She said to me.

I looked at her worryingly, how the fuck can i make her happy.

"How do you feel?" I questioned.

"Just tired."

Lie.

"Truth only."

She looked at me then smiled. "You always figures me out."

I smiled back. We smiled at each other quietly, against the sound of the flames in the fireplace. In the dark with only candle lights around us.

"Your happiness... matters to me." I said that out, eyebrows twisted a little, not used to say anything like this.

"..." She didn't say anything even though she wanted too.

"I just want to make you happy, but i only let you down."

"You're not.." She shook her head, took my hands to hers. "If Charlene hadn't tricked me there, I don't know what will happen to me right now."

"You might be better off without me."

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me in like... five years." A grin on her lips was priceless, and honest, i fell in love all over again.

"Do you want to dance?" I asked.

"Dance?" She didn't believe she heard that from me, I didn't believe it neither.

"I have slow songs, we can slow dance."

"Okay."

I played some slow songs, our hands were together, on waist and shoulder. We did it a little awkward at first, but then it got smoother, as our smiles turned into a grins, then just a stares.

We looked at each other for so long that we focused on each other's breathe. Maybe a little too long that i can't help myself but desire for a kiss.

I pulled her closer very slowly, that when our lips touched it was soft, gentle and captivating.

Finally... a second kiss i've been waiting for. Yet i'm changing the game because for this time, I didn't stop at her lips.

My kiss traced down her cheeks, chin and neck. My hands mischievously visit each corner of Ms.(L/n)'s body. It feels so good watching her catching her breathe.

   It was a dead end for her back when it reached the table, so I pushed her to sit on there as my lips moved back to hers. The slow song still playing in the background, but it wasn't in my interests.

   I want to unbutton that shirt, but this guilt stopped me. So i just pulled her waist in and kissed her, how do i stop myself from now?

Finally i left her lips alone as I sighed.

"Please, grow up fast." I said.

She looked at me confusedly then chuckled. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"So i can continue."

"Why can't you now?" She asked softly, somehow it was like she begged for more.

Interesting. I thought she would be scare when I finally decided to go hard on her. But she's quite daring, the look on her face was impressive.

I smiled, then kissed quickly as a tease.

She smiled then looked at me, like she was asking if it's going to happen or not.

I disappointed her, especially myself and if this is a book, i'm definitely disappointed the reader.

"Later, baby."

I whispered.

"Alright.." She nodded, she was relieved and dissatisfied at the same time.

My bells ring, we both got up and I turned off the song. Well, lucky we stop it there.

"Who's here?" She asked.

"Important one." I told her then rushed to the door, it's finally here, i've been waiting.

I opened the door to find a guy with a bag, he was delivering us what i ordered.

"Mr.Parker. Please sign here." He said awkwardly, maybe because Jon was behind him to make sure he's unharmed.

"Yes. Thank you." I quickly signed it and took the bag.

I went back inside to the adorable, confused Ms.(L/n).

"What is it, Peter?"

"A surprise."

I put the bag on the table and let her zip it.

"No way..." She gasped as she carried up a kitten with a fluffy smoky fur, the little thing meowing as soon as it saw it's new owner.

"You told me you liked the cat that got in the kitchen of Caulfield's, I ordered it since that day."

"Is it a girl or a boy?" She asked, face lightened up with happiness.

"A girl."

"She's gorgeous." She carried it above her head. "Oh... look at you."

I just watched her as my heart wanted to explode, too much adorableness here.

She played with it a little more then turned to me. "Thank you. I always wanted to have one."

"Don't mention it." I stopped, don't know if i should continue, i might upset her up. "And... i paid for the hospital your mum's in already."

"Wait.. what?"

"Yeah."

"All that i own the hospital?"

"And for the future too."

"I mean, that's so nice of you but that's not right, I haven't work for you yet, how can i pay you back? I'm broke as hell."

"You're money is just like mine. Which mean, you're a billionaire."

She stared blankly at the ground, priceless reaction on her face."Peter."

"(Y/n)."

"Thank you." She said, she looked guilty, so guilty.

"Don't think about it, okay? I'm rich. Consider it a gift."

"A gift for?"

I stopped to think."... um... the day first meet her." I pointed the cat.

"Does She has a name?"

"Not yet, you can name her." I went to pet the cat, i felt like it hates me and prefers to be with (Y/n).

She stopped to think then came up with. "(Name the Kitty yourself.)

[Kitty name (K/n)]

"Good." I said. Then the knock on the door break our moment again.

I opened it up to see Nora, wait. She was covered in blood and bruises.

"I need to get inside." She said.

I hurried and let her in.

"Oh my god. Nora!" (Y/n) yelled, she hold (K/n) with one hand and ran to Nora. "What happened."

"It was Jon." She said, helplessly sitting on our couch.

"Jon what?" I asked her.

"The rat, the reason your money disappeared, the reason your weapons were in the wrong hands."

"..."

"Jon is our enemy, sir."

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